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Then he hesitated in visible embarrassment, and presently said: "I wished to tell you ... immediately ... that ... that business ... you know what I mean ... must come to nothing." Monsieur de Courville looked at him in stupefaction. "Must come to nothing?... Why?" "Oh!
A very short time after we were settled in our new home at the Agency, we attempted the commencement of a little Sunday-school. Edwin, Harry and Josette were our most reliable scholars, but besides them there were the two little Manaigres, Thérèse Paquette, and her mother's half-sister, Florence Courville, a pretty young girl of fifteen. None of these girls had even learned their letters.
The cavalier gained upon them rapidly, and soon they heard his voice crying, "Eh, monsieur, do not run away; I bring you something you have lost." "What does he say?" asked Jeanne. "He says we have lost something." "Eh! monsieur," cried the unknown, again, "you left a bracelet in the hotel at Courville. Diable! a lady's portrait; above all, that of Madame de Cosse.
Each apparently unaware that there was anyone else in the running! It looks as if "Bobby" had wolfed the lot! Does Alathea know, and is this the extra cause of her worry? I sent my note back by the Duchesse's messenger, who still waited, and went to my luncheon. In about an hour the telephone rang a request from the Hotel de Courville that I should repair there immediately without fail.
Luc, leaning forward and opening her thick cloak, placed her arms round the young man's neck and gave him the long and tender kiss which he had asked for. They stayed the night in the little village of Courville four leagues only from Chartres, but which from its isolation seemed to them a secure retreat; and it was on the following morning that they were, as we said, pursuing their way.
Has she had an accident? Does she mean never to return? Are all my calculations of no sense, and has she left me forever? In despair, at ten o'clock I telephoned the Hotel de Courville. Lady Thormonde had been there in the morning, I was told, but the Duchesse had left for Hautevine at two o'clock. No one was in the house now. No, they did not know Lady Hilda Bulteel's telephone number.
Taking Monsieur de Courville aside, he said: "That was a capital idea of yours; try and persuade her to accept me, for one might say that a woman like she is, was made for me, and you and I shall be able to have some sort of sport together, all the year round."
Later: Things are developing! My bride and I never spoke a word on the way to the Hotel de Courville. She was looking the most desirable morsel a man could wish to present to his friends. The sable cloak and the most perfect frock and hat. Her maid is evidently a splendid hairdresser. She was "of a chic," as Maurice afterwards told me.
To-morrow it will be Monday a whole week since I received her telegram. I shall go up to Paris in the morning if I hear nothing and go myself to the Hotel de Courville to try and obtain a trace of her if that is impossible I will write to the Duchesse. Reservoirs Night: As I wrote the last words a note was brought to me by Burton someone had left at the Hotel.
"Just walk about near the wine shop, Burton, and try to find out by every clue your not unintelligent old pate can invent, where Miss Sharp lives, and what is happening? Then go to the Hotel de Courville and chat with the concierge or whatever you think best I simply can't stand hearing nothing!" Burton pulled in his lips. "Very good, Sir Nicholas." I tried to correct my book in the afternoon.
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